Sengoku's brows knitted together.
"Give me back the Heavenly Celestial Dragon's Identity Chip."
A gleam flashed across Donflamingo's teeth as the grin at the corner of his mouth grew wider and wider: "Right now the Heavenly Celestial Dragons have taken huge losses, they must be desperate to replenish their strength, right? How about letting this abandoned Heavenly Celestial Dragon of yours regain Heavenly Celestial Dragon status? No matter how you look at it, I used to be one of them, you know. Letting me have my old privileges back again isn't a big deal…"
"Of course…"
Donflamingo reached up to push his shades, chuckling as he added to his conditions: "I won't go back to live in Mary Geoise and be an eyesore to them, and I won't split the Heavenly Tribute like the other Heavenly Celestial Dragons. I just want one privilege: if I'm attacked, I can call the Navy in to protect me anytime, that's enough…"
Donflamingo was no idiot!
After all, if Mary Geoise got breached, the Divine Knight Order would definitely have suffered heavy casualties; if a Former Heavenly Celestial Dragon like him went back to live in Mary Geoise, he'd have to obey the Five Elders' orders, and might even have to stay in Mary Geoise to "protect" the Heavenly Celestial Dragons or whatever…
He had zero interest in protecting that flock of arrogant bastards!
But…
The Heavenly Celestial Dragon identity privileges were still really useful…
"Are you serious?"
Sengoku's voice seemed to turn a little colder.
"I'm absolutely serious."
Donflamingo let out a light laugh, answering carelessly: "Go tell the Five Elders my terms. A Heavenly Celestial Dragon who's still alive is extremely precious right now—they'll definitely agree…"
"Then wait for the answer."
Sengoku hung up his Radio Snail directly.
"Fufufufufu…"
Listening to the busy tone from the snail, Donflamingo didn't feel humiliated in the slightest; he was even very pleased with himself for being able to name his terms at a time like this.
The Five Elders…
Were very likely to accept his demands!
"Doffy!"
"Bellamy's been taken down!"
A little girl lay on the windowsill, shouting loudly toward Donflamingo: "The Bellamy Pirates reported that Bellamy was taken down by some brat called Straw Hat Luffy!"
"Worthless trash…"
Donflamingo's mood instantly darkened. He'd just been in a good mood, and something this annoying had to pop up!
A small Pirate crew that had pledged itself to him lost to some rookie; of course Donflamingo was pissed!
"I'll go take care of him, and blow off some steam while I'm at it."
Donflamingo sprang up, about to head out, when the Radio Snail in front of him rang again—this time, it was a call from the Slave Auction on the Shampodi Islands.
"Hello, Disco."
Donflamingo picked up the Radio Snail with one hand, his voice gloomy as he questioned, "You'd better be calling with good news. I'm in a very bad mood right now…"
"Doffy…"
"We… might… have a bit… of a problem…"
The person in charge of the Slave Auction, Disco, was trembling. His voice was stuttering: "Maybe… more than a bit…"
"What happened?"
Donflamingo lifted the Radio Snail, his tone icy: "Even though the slave trafficking business is about to be outdated, I haven't decided to completely dump it just yet…"
"Konoha Pirates…"
The manager on the other end of the Radio Snail uttered a name that made Donflamingo's heart jolt, then continued, "They… they want to…"
When the manager of the Slave Auction got to this point, his voice was shaking so hard it sounded like he was about to cry: "They want to put a batch of Heavenly Celestial Dragons up for auction here!"
"..."
Donflamingo's cheek twitched violently.
Even as someone who'd seen his fair share of big scenes, Donflamingo hadn't expected something like this. His heart started pounding.
Donflamingo knew perfectly well…
Once Heavenly Celestial Dragons were sold off as slaves, it would definitely cause a huge uproar once again. The Konoha Pirates were even bigger troublemakers than anyone imagined!
To be honest…
Donflamingo was very tempted.
He even wanted to personally host this auction.
However, he had just made a deal with Sengoku, and if he turned around and organized that kind of auction, it would definitely incur the wrath of the Five Elders…
"Doffy…"
"I… I… all the guards at the Slave Auction have been killed…"
Disco, the manager of the Slave Auction, was still shaking as he asked cautiously, "Can you come support us and drive this bunch away? I don't dare to auction Heavenly Celestial Dragons…"
"..."
The corner of Donflamingo's eye twitched.
Was this bastard running the Slave Auction overestimating him a bit?
The Heavenly Celestial Dragons in Mary Geoise weren't even a match for the Konoha Pirates; they'd even broken into the Holy Land, and for the moment the World Government and the Five Elders were helpless against them, yet Disco was asking him, a Seven Warlords of the Sea, to chase the Konoha Pirates away?
What kind of delusion did Disco have…
To think a Seven Warlords of the Sea like him could "solve" the Konoha Pirates…
Even if he became Pirate King, he might not be able to deal with them!
Besides, the reason he'd been walking the razor's edge all these years without ever really being in mortal danger was largely thanks to his identity as a Former Heavenly Celestial Dragon; but that crucial identity meant absolutely nothing in front of the Konoha Pirates…
A whole bunch of Heavenly Celestial Dragons had already died at the Konoha Pirates' hands…
And now another group of Heavenly Celestial Dragons were about to be auctioned off as slaves…
You think those big shots in the Konoha Pirates, who butcher Heavenly Celestial Dragons like chickens and dogs, would care about killing a discarded Heavenly Celestial Dragon like him?
Was this bastard Disco trying to get him captured and auctioned off as a slave, just like that group of Heavenly Celestial Dragons?
Who would've thought…
A Slave Auction could turn into such a hot potato…
"Disco, that Slave Auction is yours now."
Donflamingo directly handed over an extremely lucrative business to the person in charge of the auction. His tone was unusually brisk, without the slightest hint of heartache: "From now on, I have nothing to do with the Slave Auction at all. There has never been any connection between us…"
"Can you hand me the Radio Snail?"
A mechanical voice came from the other end of the line.
Accompanied by Disco's nervous fumbling, it sounded like the Radio Snail in his hand had been taken by someone else—someone Disco didn't dare refuse.
"!!!"
Donflamingo instinctively wanted to hang up!
He didn't know what the person on the other end of the Radio Snail wanted to say, but he knew that once he heard it, it would definitely be a massive headache!
"I am Asura Path: Sasori."
The mechanical voice on the other end was very gentle.
"Fufufufufu… Hello."
A smile immediately appeared at the corner of Donflamingo's mouth. He pressed a finger to his lips, signaling everyone around him not to disturb his call, and slowly pulled out a wanted poster from in front of him.
On the poster.
The photo of a red-haired teenager was printed right there.
Below the photo.
The name "Konoha Pirates shipwright Asura Path: Sasori," along with the 10 billion Belly bounty, dead or alive, was enough to make anyone feel dizzy just looking at it.
Waving his subordinates away as he stared at the wanted poster in front of him, the smile on Donflamingo's face was almost unprecedentedly gentle: "Fufufufufu… I truly didn't expect that one day I would get to chat with a big shot like you…"